Poetry

for Annemarie Blessed Virgin without feet for a long time you were a tree somewhere north […]

To a Tiny Mary Carved in Basswood by John Okrent

beasts suspended from ceiling hooks. ~ circling infancy brief colors, bright light kneaded into […]

Snow banks collect secrets, not just trees sucking on the memories of clouds but the vast […]

In the beginning, there is no yes. The amniotic sac a dust jacket for the book […]

We were only near each other so we took a class […]

This one untouched by fire. Hedged like a soothsayer. This bush a being rootwire, an oculus […]

my mama tells me i have always loved women who cover themselves, who shave their heads […]

At the end, there’s no right or wrong to it, just a stroll down the pier, […]

You. Burden. You. Un-favorite child, ruin of your father’s pride. Labyrinth-dweller, hide from the hero. Disappear […]

The agarbatti plumes its familiar signal: peace, sandalwood, fire alarms shut off. Ganpatis, as always, line […]

L’ottie stared down at dem bones, his bones. Woolen shreds of navy and light blue stuck […]

Dump me in August, so I’d know it wasn’t my fault. Sell the banjo, the canoe, […]